Ginger has finished with the mop and bucket, and he turns to me. “Take off your clothes.”
“What?”
“Strip out of those nightclothes then put these on.”
He throws me a couple of lacy items and a pair of heeled pumps that look deadly on my ankles. Not that it’s my biggest concern right now.
“I’m not wearing that.”
Ginger pulls out a gun from where he must have had it down the back of his jeans, hidden by his shirt. Fuck.
“Do as you’re fucking told,” he growls.
I know I don’t have much bargaining power, but I’m still going to try. “Let us have some water, and give Rook some painkillers, and then I’ll wear whatever you want.”
“Cami, no,” Rook croaks.
“You need them,” I tell him. I refocus my attention on the other men. “If you don’t want him to pass out again sometime soon.”
I don’t add ‘especially if you make us do what I think you’re going to…’
He seems to consider it. “Yeah, okay. Fine.” He turns to speak over his shoulder at the other men. “Get them some water and meds.”
One of the men leaves and then comes back with some water and painkillers. He gives Rook some of the meds, and holds the water bottle up over his mouth so he can drink some down. I take the water too, glugging it gratefully.
Some of it spills out of my mouth and down my chin, and I use my shoulder to wipe it away.
“Now put on the outfit we’ve so kindly provided you with,” Ginger says.
“Why? What’s going on?” I know they might not answer, but anything I can do to humanize both myself and Rook to these men will help us. If I can get them to talk to me some and see me as a person, not just a thing, for their fun, then we have more of a chance.
“Oh, we thought you could provide some entertainment tonight. We’re bored.”
That does not sound good and makes me think my worst instincts are correct. “Provide entertainment how?”
He laughs and motions between me and Rook. “You’re going to give us a show.”
“No.” I shake my head in horror. Even though I’d thought things were heading this way, hearing him say it makes me sick.
“You’re in no position to call the shots,” Ginger points out.
“Ledger won’t like it,” I say.
He will likely have their heads for this.
“Yeah, well, Ledger’s not here right now. Don’t look so worried. We won’t be touching you, but your boyfriend here will.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“The lady doth protest too much.Come on.” Ginger brushes a strand of hair back from my cheek. “I’ve seen how you look at him. Don’t worry. No fucking will happen. We won’t ruin your cherry for Ledger.” He winks, then leans in close and whispers dramatically, “Although I think it’s already gone.”
Lion laughs. “Yeah, no fucking, but I’d love to see your pussy, and I bet you’d give a good blow job. You andhim can keep us entertained during this long, cold evening stuck out here. Now put the fucking outfit on.”
Ginger raises the gun to make a point, except he doesn’t aim it at me, but at Rook.
Panic shoots through me. “Okay, okay. But you’re going to need to untie my hands first.”
One of the other men steps forward with a flick knife. He pauses for a moment, eyeing me, before slicing open the plastic between my wrists. I rub the skin with my opposite hand.